Chapter 88

"Damn, this turtle shell is really hard." The protagonist succubus thought to herself, stunned for a moment before turning the thrust into a slash, raising her sword to aim at the female angel's armpit, which was not protected by armor. However, in that brief moment of hesitation, the opportunity had passed. The female angel loosened her left hand on the sword hilt, held the sword with one hand, and pulled back her left arm to block the tip of the protagonist succubus's sword with her arm guard.

Naturally, the arm guard, which matched the armor, was also incredibly sturdy. The protagonist succubus's sword failed to pierce through the defense.

After two consecutive rounds of failing to penetrate the armor, the protagonist succubus frowned, her leather wings flapping in the opposite direction, and she suddenly ascended to the side above the female angel. She sheathed her sword and swiped at the knife pouches on either side, sending two waves of mithril knives towards the female angel.

"You can't even break through my armor with your sword, let alone with your knives."

The female angel thought this, but then realized something was wrong—the protagonist succubus's knives were thrown with great cunning. The first wave and the second wave were coordinated. The first wave of knives aimed at her exposed hands, face, neck, and the joints of her armor. If she reached out to block with her sword, waved it to parry, or dodged to the side, there was a high chance that these vulnerable spots would be exposed to the second wave of knives—

"Good tactics, but too naive!"

Believing she had seen through the protagonist succubus's actions, the female angel thought to herself and raised her greatsword, preparing to use brute force. The blade glowed with a bright silver light, a special energy enveloping it. As the female angel's greatsword descended, it fiercely struck the two waves of knives and the protagonist succubus, who was above her—

"Shoe-breaking Slash—no, it's Evil-Breaking Slash? No, that's not right. I told her long ago that I'm of the good alignment, so it must be—Chaos-Breaking Slash?"

The protagonist succubus watched as the silver light devoured her mithril knives and blocked her path to the female angel—

"But even so—"

The protagonist succubus immediately activated the protective energy from her armor and the Abyssal Power. Her wings flapped, and instead of retreating, she advanced, charging straight at the female angel through the silver light.

"This thing not only blocks my view but also blocks yours—this sword will take your life!" The protagonist succubus held her sword with both hands and thrust it towards where she remembered the female angel's neck to be.

Pain, intense pain, overwhelming pain—after coming into contact with the silver light, the protagonist succubus was in excruciating pain—

"This, this kind of damage, it's impossible—damn it—besides Chaos-Breaking Slash, it also has Good-Breaking Slash?! Is this bastard of the good alignment or the evil alignment?!"

The unexpected misjudgment caused the protagonist succubus to suffer unexpected damage. She felt as if her body was being burned from the inside out by a strong acid. The intense pain almost made her faint.

However, the protagonist succubus was, after all, the protagonist succubus. Willpower, willpower, willpower, willpower—in this battle concerning Lilith, the protagonist succubus's willpower was +99999. She endured the intense pain that almost tore her soul apart, passed through the silver light, and reappeared in front of the female angel.

"How is this possible?!"

"Scared, aren't you!"

Seeing the panic on the female angel's face and her relaxed, unprepared body, the protagonist succubus knew she had succeeded—she had no time to set up a defense or dodge. This sword would definitely—

There was a faint "ding" sound, and the protagonist succubus's sword, as if striking a titanium alloy wall, was met with a massive counterforce, forcing her to retreat involuntarily.

...

It appeared.

Between the female angel and the protagonist succubus, a mercenary in a black hooded cloak, wielding two knives, appeared. He had just crossed his knives in front of his chest, blocking the protagonist succubus's decisive attack.

"...Damn it."

Upon seeing this bastard, the protagonist succubus cursed inwardly. She retreated, maintaining a distance, and then focused, watching him warily.

The protagonist succubus never expected this formidable enemy to appear in such a situation. Moreover, his skills seemed even stronger than she had anticipated. Worse still, he had saved that bitch. Could it be that he and that bitch had some unsavory dealings?

The protagonist succubus thought this and, in her mind, replaced "female angel" with "bitch" to express her determination to fight against evil forces.

Unlike the protagonist succubus's cautious stance, the black-cloaked mercenary with the missing ear and knife handle looked relaxed. His bearded mouth curled into a not-so-ugly smile:

"Really, really, really, to attack such a beautiful woman? What a waste, what a shame, what a crime. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk."

The mercenary with the missing ear and knife handle clicked his tongue and wagged his finger at the protagonist succubus.

"Wasting, shaming, and desecrating is my own business." The protagonist succubus narrowed her eyes and said, "What's it to you? Do you have a connection with her?"

"No. I just stepped in to help when I saw injustice." The mercenary with the missing ear and knife handle smiled and said.

"Then it's easy." The protagonist succubus snapped her fingers—she had already mastered the skill of snapping her fingers while wearing adamantine gauntlets. "This is between me and that woman. It's a personal grudge, not your business. Go about your business. I'll deal with her and then come for you."

"That's not possible." The mercenary with the missing ear and knife handle said, "You can do what you want with her, but I won't let you chop off my head."

"No negotiation?"

"No negotiation."

"Oh, then forget it."

In the next moment, the protagonist succubus suddenly dived towards the ground at an incredible speed. As she flew over, she scooped up the bewildered Lilith, who had no idea what was happening, and then flew north as fast as possible. While flying, she opened one of her dimensional bags and started dumping things out.

Lilith, seeing her favorite cakes, fried chicken, meatloaf, and cream puffs being dumped like garbage, was not happy. She reached out to grab them, stuffing them into her mouth, and squirmed in the protagonist succubus's arms.

The protagonist succubus dumped a lot, but Lilith caught very little. Watching all the food being thrown away and gradually disappearing, Lilith started to cry.

"Stop it." The protagonist succubus patted her little bottom lightly. "This is useful. Emptying one bag means there are others!"

As she spoke, a pile of bones, teeth, and claws fell out of the dimensional bag. After that, nothing more came out. The protagonist succubus shook her wrist to confirm it was empty, then breathed a sigh of relief, tied the bag back, and continued flying as fast as possible.

Earlier, she had discovered that the dragon tooth sword given to her by the other party had a surveillance camera, so she threw it away. She thought that would be the end of it, but the other party still managed to catch up. The protagonist succubus then remembered the pile of leftover materials she still had.

In this urgent situation, the protagonist succubus didn't have time to sort through them, so she decided to just dump everything.

"Is this a decoy tactic? Dumping food to make the pursuers stop and fight over it, so they won't chase us?" Lilith, now calmer, thought she understood and asked.

"...Who would give up their mission for a little food? Stop it!" The protagonist succubus pinched the young angel's little face.

"But they did give up." The young angel pointed behind her, looking very aggrieved.

—The protagonist succubus turned around and saw a large number of wild demons rushing out from somewhere, frantically eating the food she had dumped. She was about to say, "These aren't the ones chasing us," but then she saw the black-cloaked mercenary with the missing ear and knife handle shouting hysterically:

"What are you doing?! How embarrassing! Get up and chase them! I hired you to be my subordinates, not to fight over food! A few pieces of meat and you're satisfied? Get moving—over there, no infighting! Is a meat bun worth it? Have you never seen meat? Have you never seen meat? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh